The Distant Metropolis

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The porcelain shards were cold in your left pocket, a jagged weight against your hip that you had stopped trying to ignore. You stood in the narrow corridor of the rural outpost, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickly note that seemed to vibrate in your teeth. Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, border agent, second class. You had filed the transfer petition three times, each time...

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